Dear Lover,
If you ever left me.
Because you loved gambling more.
Or because your pride was too bloated.
And you couldn't stand the thought of not being the bread winner between the two of us.
Like Omar Sharif did to Barbra Streisand in Funny Girl.
I'd do a whole lot more than sing a dramatic rendition to an audience with tears running down my face.
As my farewell to you.
That's right.
I'd do a whole lot more.
And the disgustingly long fingernails Streisand rocked would probably have something to do with it.
Consider yourself warned.
Love,
Me.
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